#lonewolf!blurb

Warmth was something you shouldn’t live without, but he did for quite some time. Power at fingertips would never replace what was missing but when you were a leader, sometimes it’s all you have to go off of. The croons of howls echoing off the trees become home.

Until you get hit with it. Everything you’ve been waiting for, plopped into your lap and you everything falls into place. Or so it should. Love, lust, everything in between. A soul mate granted by mother moon and the fates watching behind a screen.

Welcome to Lone Wolf.

This is a werewolf story, using pack dynamics and references to Greek mythology as well! Any questions please leave them in our ask box!

Warnings: this is a werewolf story. It includes talking past abuse, mental illness, fantasy worlds, violence both in reference and occurring, torture, jealousy, blood, primal instincts. Smut is graphic and includes breeding, talk of heat and rut, knotting, possessive and primal behavior, exhibitionism, blood, hair pulling, spanking, BDSM elements, Dom/Sub elements, etc. this is a fantasy world so things that may not be acceptable in the real world may happen and be acceptable there. If you can’t handle that, kindly choose another series of our to read!

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5. Fir*

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Y/N knew her mate. And she knew exactly how to handle him, but this was a bit new.

She had been eagerly waiting his return from a meeting with the guards, it having run much later than she was used to. It would have troubled her if she couldn’t feel his presence and that physically, he was fine.

That didn’t mean emotionally, though.

Lately, he had been taking a toll on his emotions. He was the Alpha. Untouchable to everyone, strong, collected, cool. But he felt things so deeply, his loyalty to his pack so thorough that he would do any and everything to protect them. Despite outside packs seeming his as this  Villainized Tyrant, this dictator- his pack knew the truth.

He was a dedicated leader. He didn’t take bullshit, he didn’t allow anyone to mess with his own. He was efficient and yes, sometimes ruthless when it came to rules. But it was for the good and safety of his wolves. How could he possibly be a good leader and run a good pack if they didn’t have a solid backbone to lean on??

Y/N knew of his dedication and was happy that he was such a good leader. It didn’t mean she didn’t worry about his emotional well being. Sometimes he still struggled to open up to her though he had gotten so much better over the time They’d been together.

When he walked into their bedroom finally, Y/N could feel it. He was completely and utterly drained. Tired. Harry needed a break.

She watched him undress wordlessly, a sigh leaving his nose as he kicked his pants in a frustrated manner across the room. Her brows furrowed as she peeled back the covers for their bed, knowing better then to speak right now. Instead, as soon as he crawled in the bed she scooted to him and pulled his face into her neck.

Harry immediately began to unwind the tightness of his shoulders as he was enveloped in the sweet smell of his mate. His senses covered in it as she hummed softly, delicate hands running through his silky waves. It was wordless, she didn’t know exactly what happened, but she knew how to fix it.

There was an unspoken knowledge between the both of them. When it came to their comfort, they just knew. Y/N was so good with him that it shocked him at times. Harry knew mates were supposed to be compatible but to the degree she knew just where to rub on his head, exactly where scratch his back, where to kiss to make him shiver…. It was something he didn’t even realize could happen.

Being so in tune had its perks. While usually it was Harry comforting Y/N, the turn of events always put him in awe. Her plushy lips kissing over his hair line, humming a soft song he couldn’t quite place, her legs tangling with his as she smothered him slightly in his scent? The tension was leaking out of his body as he began to purr slightly from his chest.

“There he is….” Finally she spoke, her voice quiet. “Just lay there and let me take care of you. Know you’re my big strong Alpha… but you’re running yourself ragged, my love.” Her sigh made him nod, nosing at the point on her neck where her scent was the most potent. Inhaling deeply, he shuddered slightly as the smell soothed him. After waiting so long to find his mate, he wouldn’t ever refuse a touch from her.

“Just lay with me and let me take care of you for once. I love you.”

Thank you 🥺❤️

Mating bites in their world are sacred. So if someone touched it? It would be a punishment for sure.

“Harry.... I understand why you’d want to fight... but you didn’t need to knock him out.” Y/N sighed as she took the alcohol soaked pad to Harry’s knuckles. Her mate simply grunted as it was pressed to his hand. He didn’t regret a single thing.

“Blatant disrespect will get your ass kicked, my love.” Harry murmured. It wasn’t as if it was done on accident. It was a blatant signal of a lack of respect from one of the newly instated wolves who guarded the perimeter. Most of the time he didn’t deal with resentment from his own people because he treated them well. But some newer males would find themselves thinking they could out-alpha the Alpha.

She chuckled under her breath as she blew on the torn skin. Though it would heal probably within the hour, she still didn’t like the idea of infections. It was very, very rare as Harry was in good health but he was her life. There was no risking that.

Harry just went along with it because he liked when his mate babies him. Call him crazy, but there was nothing quite like having his pretty woman fawn over him.

The mating bite was sacred. No one touched the bite of someone who wasn’t their mate, and if they did it was either a challenge or a show off to say they didn’t care or respect the wolf’s mate. That didn’t sit right with Harry. It was his spot. His bite. His Mate. No one else was allowed and he didn’t care if it was possessive.

Deep down, Y/N found it incredibly hot. Seeing Harry defend their mating and make an example out of the half pup that tried to claim himself as a wolf, the pure calm rage that came before the storm had been a rousing, to be honest. But she had to give him a little bit of shit. He went on for another hit after he was knocked out and while she knew he was doing it to prove a point- it was just a trouble maker, after all.

When the ‘wound’ was cleaned up, Harry pouted lightly. He had been full of rage internally and the whole group who had been around had paused and cowered the moment they’d heard him ask the wolf’s name. And what he was doing touching his mate. A true new bit of his possessiveness and protective nature had been shown today. It was still dwindling down but the rest of the day he was 100% going to be clingier than usual. Softer to her and more on edge for anyone else. It would be wise for anyone who wasn’t Y/N to steer clear of the Alpha so he could return his scent to the mark and keep her close to soothe his inner beast.